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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Hesawherincountlesswaysandpositionsandsettings.
“There’ssomethingfrighteninginyou,”shesaid.“WhenItookyouawayfromtheothers...IdiditbecauseIcouldfeelwhattheotherswanted.You...pressonpeople.You...makeusseethings!”
Heforcedhimselftospeakdistinctly:“Whatdoyousee?”
Shelookeddownatherhands.“Iseeachild...inmyarms.It’sourchild,yoursandmine.”Sheputahandtohermouth.“HowcanIknoweveryfeatureofyou?”
They’vealittleofthetalent,hismindtoldhim.Buttheysuppressitbecauseitterrifies.
Inamomentofclarity,hesawhowChaniwastrembling.
“Whatisityouwanttosay?”heasked.
“Usul,”shewhispered,andstillshetrembled.
“Youcannotbackintothefuture,”hesaid.
Aprofoundcompassionforhersweptthroughhim.Hepulledheragainsthim,strokedherhead.“Chani,Chani,don’tfear.”
“Usul,helpme,”shecried.
Asshespoke,hefeltthedrugcompleteitsworkwithinhim,rippingawaythecurtainstolethimseethedistantgrayturmoilofhisfuture.
“You’resoquiet,”Chanisaid.
Heheldhimselfpoisedintheawareness,seeingtimestretchoutinitsweirddimension,delicatelybalancedyetwhirling,narrowyetspreadlikeanetgatheringcountlessworldsandforces,atightwirethathemustwalk,yetateeter-totteronwhichhebalanced.
